Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

"Nonsense! I'm not some evil cultivator, I'm a serious Xuanmen disciple!"

Li Mingjue showed them the compass and the yellow talisman angrily, and said, "Did you see it? This is a compass for hunting evil spirits. This is a spell. I drew it myself!"

All the villagers: "It turns out that evil cultivators also use compass and yellow talisman!"

"How dare you say that!"

Li Mingjue took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves to scare people, when suddenly he heard a clang, and the pointer on the compass started to rotate.

Busily making a silence gesture to the villagers, Li Mingjue held a compass in one hand and a yellow talisman in the other, and looked around vigilantly.

The atmosphere was once deathly silent, and the rustling wind could be heard from a distance, accompanied by the seemingly invisible crying of a woman.

Those villagers were scared to death. A group of people hugged each other and looked around in fear.

Suddenly there was a bang, and the grave under his feet suddenly collapsed. Jiang Xuanling was quick-witted, and grabbed Li Mingjue's wrist, pulling him back to his side.

It's just pity for the group of villagers, who fell into the collapsed pit one by one, and all of them were disgraced, and they rushed to climb up, shouting for help at the top of their voices.

Li Mingjue raised his hand and made a silence gesture to them, signaling them to calm down, there is no use in rushing.

But it didn't work. Those villagers were all scared out of their wits, and they crawled and screamed at the bottom of the pit with pale faces. People who didn't know it thought it was a fake corpse.

Jiang Xuanling closed his mouth with a cold snort, and with a wave of his sleeve, the head at his feet suddenly flew out in one direction.

Hearing an extremely shrill woman's scream, the head that just flew out flew back upside down in an instant, and landed on Li Mingjue's feet with a thud.

Li Mingjue suspected that the widow's ghost had come out, but he was afraid of Jiang Xuanling, so he kept hiding in the forest.

Simply facing the direction of the compass pointer, Li Mingjue said earnestly: "Don't worry, the two of us are serious Taoist monks..."

Before the words were finished, the group of villagers screamed heart-piercingly: "You will definitely be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reborn!"

Then, there was a sudden wailing in the woods, countless pairs of ghosts clawed at the night, and charged at Li Mingjue, Jiang Xuanling and the others came to kill them.

Li Mingjue secretly scolded this group of idiots for not doing their business, they are doing nothing but helping, he raised his hand and struck with a long sword.

Speaking of which, it was the first time to use the natal magic weapon after being pregnant. Li Mingjue was so excited in his heart, he thought to himself, it's time for him to perform well again!

Unexpectedly, before he had time to make a move, he saw sword lights flashing in front of him, a long sword with radiant light, casually swam in front of Li Mingjue, and cut off all the ghost hands stretching towards him.

Once those ghost hands were cut off, they immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

The villagers were scared out of their wits at first, but now seeing Jiang Xuanling's power, they seemed to be relieved a lot, and one by one started shouting again: "Kill her, kill her!"

"Quickly kill her!"

"Put her into the [-]th floor of hell, let her soul fly away, and she will never be reborn forever!"

It's hard to imagine that not long ago, this group of people knelt respectfully in front of the widow's head, and kowtowed so deeply that it was a real feeling.

But in the blink of an eye, these people clamored again, making the female ghost fly away and never be reborn forever.

It turns out that fear can make people so stupid.

Li Mingjue couldn't help feeling emotional, afraid that the master would really shatter the female ghost's soul, he hurriedly spoke to stop it.

I heard those villagers say: "I just said that the one in red is an evil cultivator! He is speaking for Xie Chong!"

"What to do? Are they a gang? Will they kill us?"

"I can't die. I still have elderly parents in my family. If I die, how will my parents live!"

"I can't die either. If I die, my sweetheart will marry another man overnight!"

Jiang Xuanling felt that they were really noisy, so he simply squeezed a magic spell to make them shut up.

Both the sky and the earth are quiet.

"Master, don't kill her! Capture that female ghost first, let's ask her, what kind of hatred is there?"

Li Mingjue looked sideways, looking at the swaying pointer on the compass, suddenly pointing in one direction, he said loudly: "Master! The female ghost is hiding there!"

It was too late, but soon, Jiang Xuanling formed a seal with both hands, and created a bundle of ropes out of thin air, and threw them in the direction Li Mingjue was pointing at.

The female ghost's cries became more and more shrill, almost resounding through the entire mountain. Jiang Xuanling held on to one end of the rope, and with a little force, he pulled a white shadow out of the dense forest.

Li Mingjue looked over curiously, and he saw that the female ghost was just like what the villagers said, wearing a white robe, with disheveled hair, very long hair that almost reached her ankles.

Restrained by Jiang Xuanling with ropes, it seemed like a big kite floating in mid-air, scaring the villagers into a ball and shivering.

Li Mingjue jumped over in three steps and two steps, before he could speak.

Seeing the female ghost sitting in the void, covering her face with her hands, she began to cry.

But ghosts don't have tears. Big strings of blood tears overflowed from their fingers, dyed her clothes red, and made a babbling sound.

It was especially scary at night. Li Mingjue had always boasted of his courage, and seeing this situation, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

"Don't cry, what's wrong with you, tell me, we didn't hurt you, what are you crying for?"

Li Mingjue persuaded her depressedly: "Don't cry, tell me if you have any grievances, if you don't say it, how will we know what wronged you suffered before your death?"

After the female ghost heard this, not only did she not speak, but she cried even worse.

Jiang Xuanling thought for a moment before saying, "Mingjue, it's not that she doesn't want to say it, but she can't say it."

"Can't say? What can't she say?" Li Mingjue was slightly surprised, and then he seemed to think of something, and he said in astonishment: "The meaning of the master is that her tongue was pulled out before she was alive, so she became tongueless after death." Ghost, so you can't speak?"

Before Jiang Xuanling could speak, the female ghost cried more and more mournfully, as if for authentication, and let go of her hand, revealing a pale face covered with bloodstains, she opened her mouth wide, making a gesture of wanting to eat human appearance.

But Li Mingjue saw it clearly, the mouth was a bloody mess, and there was no tongue at all.

No wonder the female ghost kept silent, it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't.

As soon as he saw their faces, he covered his face and cried bitterly. If he hadn't been wronged to the extreme, he probably wouldn't have shed so many blood and tears.

Li Mingjue sympathized with her quite a bit, and felt that a poor widow, not to mention being bullied during her lifetime, became a lonely ghost in the wilderness after her death, it was really miserable.

I feel that if I can help, I can help.

"Master, is there a way to let her speak? If she doesn't speak out, how can we help her?"

Jiang Xuanling said, "Can you write?"

After hearing that, the female ghost nodded her head.

Seeing this, Li Mingjue thought there was something going on, so he grabbed a branch and handed it over, saying, "Come on, write it down and show us."

The female ghost nodded in agreement, and the branch floated up quickly, and then began to write in an open space.

Li Mingjue poked his head over and looked over, so what to say, maybe this woman came from a poor family before she was alive, and she hadn't studied for a few years, her handwriting was clumsy, her arms and legs were missing, but she could barely recognize it.

There were not many words written on it, but in summary, she died tragically and was wronged. The village ruffian broke into her house at night and insulted her. She was strangled to death while struggling.

And because the body was divided into several pieces, and her tongue was also pulled out, she could not avenge herself even when she went to the underworld.

She felt resentment in her heart, so she went back to the world and hid here to avenge herself.

Not long ago, she found her enemy and avenged herself, but because her body was mutilated, she couldn't rest in peace, so she kept wandering in the wilderness.

After reading it, Li Mingjue couldn't help sighing, but as the saying goes, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

What if the female ghost lied?

He turned his gaze to the villagers at the bottom of the pit, seeing their dodging eyes, they seemed to understand something.

Jiang Xuanling also wanted to know the truth of the matter, so he unblocked the villagers and said coldly, "How did that woman die, tell me!"

A group of people trembled in fright, Li Mingjue took the opportunity to say: "If you don't say anything, I will bury you alive on the spot! Say it!"

As a result, those villagers hesitated and said: "Actually, we don't know very well. The executioner has always been a rascal in the village. He is also flirtatious and likes to flirt with women. Everyone dare not speak out."

"The rascal did molested the widow before he was alive, but the widow was very hot-tempered and failed."

"Maybe, maybe that's why...that's why..."

"If we had defended the widow, the scoundrel would have killed our family."

Li Mingjue felt extremely depressed when he heard this, he didn't know whether to be angry with these people for their stupidity or cowardice, or to pity what happened to the widow.

"But you know, she was dismembered before she died, and she was so full of resentment that if she really wanted to kill someone, none of your village would be able to escape! But she only killed the person who killed her. What does that mean?"

All the villagers looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This shows that ghosts still have a trace of humanity, but you have completely lost it!"

After finishing speaking, Li Mingjue turned his head away with hatred, and said to the female ghost: "You want us to help you find your scattered bones, don't you?"

The female ghost nodded.

Li Mingjue sighed and said: "Well, we will find your bones for you and bury you again, so you can rest in peace, and you don't have to be such a lonely ghost."